The more I got, the more Miss Power gave me, and I was so miserable that I 'most cried my eyes out.

Papa never gave me hard things to do, and he always taught me so pleasantly I loved to study.

Oh, we were so happy and so fond of one another! But now he is gone, and I am left all alone." The tear that would not come when Rose sat waiting for it came now of its own accord two of them in fact and rolled down her cheeks, telling the tale of love and sorrow better than any words could do it.
For a minute there was no sound in the kitchen but the little daughter's sobbing and the sympathetic patter of the rain.

Phebe stopped rattling her beans from one pan to another, and her eyes were full of pity as they rested on the curly head bent down on Rose's knee, for she saw that the heart under the pretty locket ached with its loss, and the dainty apron was used to dry sadder tears than any she had ever shed.
Somehow, she felt more contented with her brown calico gown and blue-checked pinafore; envy changed to compassion; and if she had dared she would have gone and hugged her afflicted guest.
Fearing that might not be considered proper, she said, in her cheery voice, "I'm sure you ain't all alone with such a lot of folks belonging to you, and all so rich and clever.

You'll be petted to pieces, Debby says, because you are the only girl in the family." Phebe's last words made Rose smile in spite of her tears, and she looked out from behind her apron with an April face, saying in a tone of comic distress, "That's one of my troubles! I've got six aunts, and they all want me, and I don't know any of them very well.